Sleep for me

Sleep for me when the night pulls. Let me stay far from the world of dreams. My eyes fall and my head begins to pulse with the loneliest of feelings… Tiredness. Not the tired of holding someone you love and drifting off. No. The tired of being tired. The tired that keeps you awake, makes…

I Hate This Me!

I hate this me. The lazy me. No not lazy even, just apathetic for no good reason. The sit on my ass me. The do nothing good me. Hell, the do nothing me!!


The hardest nights are the ones where you’re here, but then you leave. When we laugh and we joke and we speak and we shout and we argue and we smile. When I’m reminded what family feels like. Then you go and the life leaves the house.